Girl Du`jour (Pt.7)

ROGER, ROGER, ROGER! I'm a big tennis fan and today is the final for the Australian Open. Roger Federer is playing against Rafael Nadal. I just wanted to show my support for the man of my dreams! 8)

(He's so amazingly gorgeous!)

Abk

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5aled hesitated to continue thinking he'd be going too fast. The only reason he decided to admit how he felt to her now was because earlier that day he had sensed the flirtatious activity they encountered. 5aled paused before saying anything else ..

"5aled ishfeek? Kamel .." Amna's brain froze in a state of awe, the tension rose up her back anxious to know what it was he wanted to tell her.
"Amoon, I would understand if you just wanted to be friends. But I'm just going to spit it out .. Amoon, I really like you and I always have. I have so much love to express to you, because you really are an incredible girl, and-" "But 5alood," She interrupted. He nearly died just hearing the way she said his nickname.
"We just started talking two days ago, don't you think it's a bit fast to be taking it this seriously?"
"True, bs Amoon wallah etha ma7abaitich, I wouldn't be saying this right now. Mn awal ma shiftech, youm salamte 3lay d5alte galbe." Amna looked up to her ceiling, her phone to her ear, and her other hand supporting her neck.
"Ishfeech sikate? Tadreen .. mb 3adla I tell you all this on the phone, lazem achoofech, ishrayech?" Amna sighed, "Umm, okay".
"Inzain, shall we meet up in an hour?" He asked. Amna turned her head to see what time it was, it was 3:00. But still she couldn't leave Al Dana lying restlessly on her bed alone. She was apprehensive, even though she had pretty good skills in perceiving, she was completely unprepared.
"Yeah sure .. I'm guessing Starbucks?" "Ee,"
"Okay then I'll see you there." Al Dana hung up, reached out to her desk to get a post-it and wrote a quick, short letter to Al Dana telling her she could sleep in her house till tomorrow, and she's just going to get some starbucks. She stuck the post-it on the pliable cushion next to Al Dana's head, she could hear her exhale in rhythm, her nose clogged from all the crying. Amna fixed her hair and make-up, ran off quickly to the car, late for her short noticed appointment with 5aled.

While driving, Amna remembered 7amad; and how he was supposed to call but never did. It's been two days after he had sent that message telling her he wanted to talk. She began to daydream, but then snapped herself out of her absentmindedness. Amna quickly turned the leather steering weel to her left that was gripped to the palm of her end, and parked. In the distance she spotted 5aled getting out of his Land Cruiser. She walked over hoping he would see her.
"Oh! There you are .. shlonech Amoona?" He inquired. "6ayba allah ysalmek, what about you?"
"I'm great .." No one was around, at this time people were usually in class or in the Library studying. Starbucks was empty; Amna and 5aled felt free to sit and talk without anyone staring at them in confusion. Amna fixed her shela, wrapping the inky black cloth, outlining her heart-shaped face. "Soooo, what's going on?" She finally got to the point, after 5 minutes of complete and utter silence.
"Well, I think by now we're both pretty aware of our situation. It's only up to us, together to decide what's going to happen." "Well, 5aled .. I honestly don't know what to say,"
"You don't have to say anything!" He shot back, "Just think about it Amna, if you didn't didn't have feelings for me, do you think you would come half way across town just to talk to me?" Amna paused, absorbed what he had said. He was right, she never realized that her feelings for him were this strong and had built up so fast in the duration of two days!
"Damn, I guess you're right .. I never really thought about that .." Her voice descended. "But, this is happening so fast! This whole thing whizzed by be, and I didn't even notice it was so serious." She continued ..
"Exactly. Amoon, take as long as you want. Even if it takes you years to decide, as long as I'm with you at the end." "You're not giving me much of a choice are you?" She chuckled.
"Hehe, even if you reject me, inti lay7een bgalbe." Amna's emotions drowned into her face, her stomach swallowing dozens of butterflies. Her heart sank out of it's place. "5aled, you're killing me," "Ana mayet feech already .." He smiled.
"5aled, I'm going to have to think about this. After my ex, I really didn't want to go through it all with the whole boyfriend business. I had enough after that, bs you're, yo-, you are just perfect." Her eyes twinkled and smiled, her dimple punching a whole through her rosy cheeks. "I5the ra7tich, I don't want you to feel rushed. You're the girl I want to be with, and I'm sure about that .."

Amna died in her own arms hearing the precious words flow out his mouth. She stared at his deep, brown eyes enriching his thick dark eyebrows, down to his sharp, straight cut nose, to his plump lips, crowning the top of his clean goatie. His dark hair curled at a medium hight, and every once in a while he would swipe his fingers through it, and itch his stubble. Amna mesmerized by his flawless looks, the same way he was bedazzled with hers. He took off his off-white Abercrombie sweater, under it a navy blue Ralph Lauren Polo. Amna adored his style, soon realizing how similar it was too 7amad's. Not only the way he dressed, but 5aled's features were almost exactly the same, he just had longer air, and a scruffier look than 7amad did. Was that what she liked the most? That 5aled reminded her of 7amad?

"Amoon, when you make up your mind, call me so we can meet up and talk okay?" "Inshallah," She replied. "Inzain, I have to get going, I'll walk you to your car," "Alright," They got up from the table, the chairs scratching against the floor. They both strolled their way to Amna's Porsche.

"Porsche haaaaa? 7arakaaat 7arakaaaat!" 5aled winked, "It's my brothers," Amna laughed.
"Inzain if you need anything digee 3alay okay Amoona?" She nodded with a slight grin on her face. "Yalla fdeitich, see you later!" Amna stepped into her car foot first, the loud roar of the engine shocked 5aled. She peaked over to see 5aled, and he just stood there and waited for her to leave so he was aware she was safe. Amna headed back home in a rush to cath up on Al Dana. Just as she arrived, she saw 3abdullah walking out of the majlas.

"Amoooooooon 7abeebti, machiftech elyoum! I miss you .." He kissed her cheek. "I miss you too 3abood." Amna hugged her brother tightly.
"Eee 9a7, Amoon .. ish9ayer mn bein A7medoo w Danoo? A7med jani el majlas, 7ada mt'6ayeg mdre mn wishoo." 3abdullah asked, worried. "Mdre wallah ya 3abdullah, they got into a fight 3ala shinoo? Madre."
"Inzain, he wants to see her. Where is she?" "My room .." "Inzain nadeeha,"
Amna ran upstairs to find Al Dana digging her fingers into a large bowl of leftover popcorn. Amna could tell in an instance Al Dana was still upset, she comforted her once again and told her that A7med wanted to see her.

"He's waiting bara3. Ma tabeen itkalmena?" "I'm not in the mood to talk to him,"
"C'mon Danoo, ho na6erlich bara3 yabee ekalmich, shakla mt'6ayeg. E7azen wallah," Amna looked at the window and noticed A7med leaning against his X5. "Ta3alee choofee! Yaksr el 5a6r!!"
"Fineeeeeeeee, okay I'll go talk to him. Bs won't your parents see me?"
"La2 lat5afeen sayarta b3eeda 3an el beit, they're not going to notice."Amna held out her arm for Al Dana to pull herself up. She walked out the house and towards A7med, and Amna stood near the window and watched.

A7med sparked up after seeing Al Dana walking towards him.
"Danoo, please latz3leen .." She could see a twinkle of sorrow in his eyes. "A7med, ana fahma inek it'3ar 3alay, bs mafee da3y itkabr el salfa. I love you, and only you, what don't you understand about that?"
"Amna, ana a3arf and I'm sorry I can be such a pain in the ass sometimes. The slightest things make me jealous and so agitated, I can't help it and you know that!"
"Le daraja inek it'3ar mn 3abood? It's 3ABOOD A7med, why would I ever think of flirting with 3abood! Seriously .. he's my bestfriend's brother." "I know 7ayati, and I'm sorry I over reacted."
He pulled her towards his warm chest and hugged her tight. She rubbed her face, feeling the contours of his 6 pack. He lifted her chin and pecked her nose, she giggled and dropped her face back into his arms.
"7abeebi Dana?" He whispered. "Labayh ya galbe?" "I love you." Al Dana looked up at him, straight into his eyes and answered, "Amoot feek,". He kissed her one more time and let her go back into the house to Amna.

Al Dana slammed the door open to Amna's room.
"Bismallah!" Amna cried. "He's the best thing that's every happened to me, fdeita I love him too much." She dropped herself onto the couch.
"Aaaww, inzain why were you guys fighting?" Amna wanting to find out to go tell 3abdullah.
"The other day, I was talking to him on the phone. I heard your brother singing 3abdulmajeed, and btw 9oota!!! Mashallah it's amazing. So I told A7med that I really liked 3abood's voice and you know how jealous he gets, he spazzed!"
"Just because of 3abood, ishda3wa it's 3abood!" "Exactly, that's what I told him. Anyways, we're fine now!"

Al Dana decided to sleep over. After getting out Monopoly and playing for atleast 2 hours, Amna called up 5aled. Even though she had put all her concentration into winning monopoly, she also thought about what she had to say to 5aled. Her decision was pretty clear to her.

"Halla fdeitech!" He answered without leaving a chance for the phone to ring.
"Soo 5aled, can I see you bukra? To talk, I wanna' clear things out ishway .."
"7a'6er, I'll be anywhere at anytime just for you." He smiled.

Girl Du`jour (Pt.6)

It was Sunday morning and Amna woke up to the harsh sound of her phone.
"Uff, who is it now?" She thought to herself. It was her usual morning wake-up call, Al Dana.

"Ellooooo?" Amna's voice cracked.
"9ba7 el 5air 7abeebti, yallah goomay!" Al Dana bellowed, just as Amna looked at her clock to see what time it was.
"DANOO! It's 5:00, I never wake up this early and neither do you!"

Al Dana, the unpredictable. They met in Grade 6, and from that moment they were joined by the hip. They were definitely the closest out of the whole group. Al Dana was loud, loving, and too caring for words! The funnest one out of them all, she was always the one who woke Amna up in the morning telling her to get ready for their outings, the one who made Amna carefree by making her laugh when she was down. Everyone loved Al Dana, because she loved everyone back. Her personality was a perfect fit to how she looked like. She had soft features, cherry red cheeks, a defined nose and sad, down turned, light brown eyes. She hardly wore make-up, because she always had a natural glow to her. Guys adored her jovial personality and her crazy self. Al Dana was ALWAYS hyper. She was the last one to sleep, and the first one to wake up. She would always laugh hysterically with no care for the world. The only problem was that she never really knew how to give helpful advice about relationships or anything like that, although she was the first person Amna would spill her guts to about any guy. Al Dana had a relationship of her own, she was dating Amna's cousin, A7med. They've been together for about two years and it just so turns out that A7med is best buds with 3li, who's friends with 5aled, who all hang out at the same majlas. What a small world.

Amna still pissed off at Al Dana for waking her up so early, got up and got ready for school. With Al Dana still talking to her on the phone , she drew her jetblack, liquid eyeliner defining the shape of her eyes, curled her lashes with some mascara, enriched her cheekbones with light pink blush, and glossed her lips with a natural shade of pink. She wore her grey, cashmere sweater to keep her warm for December's breeze, with dark blue 7 For All Mankind skinnies, and her teal blue Cavalli flats. She clipped her earrings on, and wore her blue Hermes bracelet that matched perfectly with the shade of her flats. She walked downstairs to relax and have her morning coffee. By now she had already shut the phone from Al Dana. She poured the smoking hot liquid into her Starbucks mug. She stirred it with the metallic spoon and just listened to the high pitched noises as it hit each side of the mug. Her phone vibrated just as she was going to take her first sip. A message from 5aled ..

"9ba7 el 5air ya shei5a :) Have a good day fil jam3a. If you want to meet up in Starbucks after class, call me. Tc xx"
She smiled. Amna adored his charm, she thought he was so "cute". She picked her up blackberry and messaged him back, "9ba7 el noor, you too have a good day. If I go, I'll be sure to call you. Bye xx"
Amna grabbed her oversized, messenger Bottega bag and the matching wallet. She sheilded her hazel eyes with her black wayfarers, put on her 3abaya, grabbed the keys to her brother's Cayenne S and left to school. Half way there, Amna called Al Dana.

"Halla fdaitech! Danooo, 5aled is so cute, he always messages me in the morning!"
"Aaww Amoon, a7is he's the perfect guy, well .. other than A7med. Bs, what about 7amad? Didn't he say he would call you?"
"U55, don't remind me. Ee, he said he would, but he never did and I hope he never will. Whatever, I'm going to forget about him, just thinking about him makes me depressed." Amna sighed.
"Hmm, that's weird. He made it seem like it was urgent .." Al Dana confused,
"Yeah I know, bs whatever it doesn't matter. Inzain, wainech?" She quickly changed the subject.
"Tawni wa9la Georgetown .."
"Ok I'll see you in a bit, bye 7ayati!" Amna pressed the red button with her thumb.
She got out the car, spotted Al Dana's BMW and walked over to her. They prattled all the way to class about how cute 5aled was, and how much Amna and him had in common. While the professor lectured the bored, sleepy students, Amna tried to pay attention, but all she could think about was 5aled. She was unsure if she just wanted to be friends, or if she had mixed feelings for him.

"Cut it out!" She whispered to herself. Al Dana sitting behind her, overheard Amna talking to herself.
"Amoon, ishfeech? Inti 9a7ya wela?" She asked playfully.
"Hehe, yes I'm 9a7ya. Just daydreaming, that's all."

After two hours of class, which seemed like 2 years, Amna called up 5aled to tell him she was going to Starbucks. He told her he would meet her up in 10 minutes.
After Amna had ordered, she went over to pick up her Caramel Frap, Al Dana called her to tell her she was going to go home. Just as Amna was turning around she noticed 5aled walking over to her.

"Hey," "Hey! How are you?" He asked ..
"B5air allah ysalmek, and you?" "B5air damich b5air" He smiled. They sat down and 5aled ordered his coffee.

"You look beautiful btw .."
"Thanks :$" Amna blushed, "No really, don't get me wrong. Mashallah 3laich you're stunning."
That's it, Amna couldn't help it. He was so endearing and quaint. She loved his unnecassary comments about how she looked. They resumed on their conversations about college, and random things. Every once in a while she would notice 5aled would stop listening and would stare at her for about 2 minutes. When she smiled, he would smile too.

"Amna, I have to tell you someth-" Her phoned buzzed. "Oh my god, sorry 5alood I gotta' go. My mum needs me, bs I'll call you later okay?"
"3ala ra7tich, see you later Amoon .. bye." They said their goodbye's and Amna left in a hurry.

Amna arrived home safely, and found a new text message from Al Dana.
"A7med and I got into a fight, and this really sucks. I need a shoulder to cry on Amoon, don't leave me alone!"
She called her up straight away, and invited her over to watch some Gossip Girl, and act totally depressed shoving ice scream into their mouths. Too tired to drive, Al Dana's driver dropped her off at Amna's. They spent hours with their eyes fixed to the t.v. screen. Every ten minutes Amna would pause Gossip Girl to catch Al Dana crying with her head buried into her pillow. She would tell her everything was okay, and stroked her curly hair continuously until Al Dana fell asleep. Amna silenced her phone so it wouldn't ring ever so loudly and disturb Al Dana. Minutes later her phone flashed on and off, 5aled was calling.

"Halla 5alood, I'm soooo so so so sorry I left today. Bs, my mum needed me .." Amna apologized.
"Amoona don't be sorry. Ishda3wa, wallah 3ade."
"Inzain, what were you going to tell me? You said you needed to talk about something." She asked in anxiety. "Oh yeah, um. Amna, you're an amazing girl you really are. And in the past two days I have really gotten to know you, and honestly wala mara fe 7ayati did I meet someone like you. I don't how to begin to express how I feel for you ..." Amna's wide smile nearly ripped her face in half.

Girl Du`jour (Pt.5)

So, I decided to change the name of the story to " Girl Du`jour " meaning Girl of the day. Indicating that .. Amna is the girl of the day. Enjoy! :P

Abk

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The girls ate the last bites of their dinner while still gossiping about Amna's phone call with 5aled. They finished watching the last episode of Gossip Girl, then they all packed up their belongings and Amna kindly escorted them out.

By the time the group had left, Amna was exhausted. Still in her sweats, she kissed her mother goodnight and headed back to her bedroom. She picked up her blackberry and checked to see if she received any messages and remembered that 7amad said he would call her to have a "serious" talk.

"It's 12:30, when is he thinking about calling?" She mumbled, stroking her fingers through her fine hair. She couldn't care less anyway. She sighed in relief, hoping he will forget to call her for the rest of her life.

She couldn't sleep, just as much as she wanted to, she needed to finish the last few lines of her extended essay. Amna placed her phone near her Pro, poured herself a frigid glass of milk and began typing. She opened up iTunes and clicked on her favourite Rashed Al Majed song and hummed the lyrics silently. Amna finished typing the last few words, then speedily called up 3li. After just one ring her brother from another mother answered ..

"Amoooon! Wallah tawni kint ba6ershlich message! Fedaitich sha5barech?" He answered in exhilaration.
"Hehe, 9b7an Allah! I'm good, how are you 3looy?"
"I'm good, I'm good, shway ta3ban though .."
"Inzain 3alawi, why did you give 5aled my number?" She asked curiously, not like she minded.
"5alood? Ishda5al, I didn't give him your number, laish?"
"You didn't? 'Cause he called me elyoum, he told me he got it from you." She said, suprised.
"Nope, so .. did you talk him?"
"Ee, we talked. He seems like a nice guy."
"Yeah, he's great!" Amna detected the excitement in 3li's voice. "You guys actually have a lot in common, I just realized. The whole horse riding thing .."
"Haha! Yeah I know, and we're both Pisces!"
"We all need to go out together sometime, me, you, 5aled .."
"Mmm, yeah okay I'll see. 3ayal bakalmik bukra .."
"Okay fedaitich, take care!" "You too .."

Just as Amna put her blackberry down, it juddered. She glanced at the flashing phone, and checked to see who was calling. It was 5aled ..
Amna answered. They babbled on about random subjects for ages, he asked her why she didn't send him a message when she woke up, she simply told him she had forgotten. Amna rubbed her eyes with her skinny fingers, and yawned.

"Shfeech Amoon, ta3bana?" 5aled asked with concern.
"Ee ishway, ma3ani rigadt wayed elyoum lisa mashiba3t" She giggled.
"Inzain namy .."
"Oookay, bs gabel ma asker. How did you get my number?" She brought up the subject she discerned 5aled didn't want to talk about.
"Why does it matter?"
"Madree, I just want to know. You told me you got it from 3looy .. I asked him and he didn't know what I was talking about."
"Honestly, I .. I, I stole it from his phone." "Oh .."
"I hope that didn't put you off, bs el9ara7a when I saw you earlier today .. 3jabteni. I got to know you a little bit more, and you're really sweet! I thought we could be good friends, you know?"
"Aww thanks 5aled, you are too! Of course we can be friends .." She blushed.

5aled loved hearing the innocence of her voice, the tenderness of her giggle, he could see her luminous smile on the other side of the phone. He knew he wanted to be more than friends. It wasn't just her perfect, sharp features he adored, it was her personality, her kindness, her sense of humour. He just needed to be patient before he hinted anything.

Amna silenced her phone, got up to brush her teeth, then flattened her body on her bed. She instantly closed her eyes, and fell asleep.

Girl Du`jour (Pt.4)

Amna wanted to ignore 7amad's message, but changed her mind and texted him back.

"Okay .." She slowly typed the four letters that she was temporizing about.

"Amoon? Are you serious? You're actually going to have a serious talk with him, he left you to get engaged to his cousin for God's sake!" Noor protested.
"Noor! I just want to know what he wants, nothing else. I know he left me, but then again he tried calling me a billion times. I think he deserves a chance to explain what happened .."
"Kaifech."
"Anyways, he's engaged. Why would he want me back if he's getting married soon?"

The girls finished their last sips of coffee and walked out Le Notre. Al Dana, aware of the group of guys who just happened to leave at the same time, followed them to their cars. The girls sighed knowing what the guys were up to. They said their goodbye's and drove off to catch up on Gossip Girl. Amna parked her Range Rover next to the water fountain just in front of her front door. With her blackberry in one hand, and her Bottega wallet in the other. She whizzed to her room after saying hi to her parents. She pushed down the golden doorknob of the white wooden door to her room and found 3abdullah sitting on her couch playing Grand Theft Auto.

"Oh, hey 3abood .."
"Halla 7abeebti, sorry if I'm in your room." 3abdullah clicked away at the matte black remote control. Her phone vibrated continuously to find a peculiar number calling her, and it was not 7amad's. She excused herself and walked out to her balcony facing her bright blue pool, and closed the door.

"Ello?" She answered ..
"Mar7aba, Amna?"
"Mar7abtain, ee na3am. Mn m3ay?"
"Ana 5aled, rfeej 3looy, 3arafteni?" .. "What the hell?" Amna thought to herself.
"Ooh halla, ee akeed 3araftek! 3looy 36ak ra8mee?"
"Ee. Anyways how are you?" He quikly changed the subject.
"I'm great and you?" "Good," He replied.
They continued to chat, about many things. Amna got to know him a lot more and learned that they had a lot in common. They were both Pisces, both loved Caramel Frap's, and the weirdest thing of all, he too rode horses.
She quickly glanced through the glass door to see if 3abdullah had left, unsurprisingly he still had his eyes glued to the bright colours of the graphics shown on the wide-screen t.v. fidgeting with the remote control. So she remained outside on the balcony, pulled up a chair and sat down, watching her little cousins tha had come over to swim. Amna and 5aled talked for about an hour. He seemed so interesting to her, their conversations would last for centuries. He cracked her up just like 3li would. He had a certain charm that made Amna giggle.

"Inzain 5aled, ba5aleek. Banam ishway b3dein ba5al9 sh'3lee, ok?"
"Ok Amoona, 3ala ra7tich. Lama itgoomeen 6arshele message. Tabeen shay?"
"Salamtek. Yalla take care .."
"Bye 7abeebti." He closed.

Amna paused. 7abeebti? Mn awalha? 7abeebti? She just met this guy today. He must of really liked her to call her that and unintentionally said it. "Whatever it doesn't matter, maybe he's just nice like that .." she thought to herself.
By the time she shut the phone, 3abdullah had already switched off her PS3 and closed her room door. She changed into her Juicy Couture sweat pants, and wore the matching sweater, tied up her hair and made herself comfortable under her thick, white bed covers. Just as she were to put her blackberry on her bedside table, Sisa, her maid walked in.

"Amoonaaaaa! What you want por dinner?" She squeeled.
"I don't know Sisa, make anything!"
"Okay, I will make noodles."
"Thanks, and Sisoooooo close my curtains please."
Sisa closed the curtains quietly and left Amna to rest.

She overslept and woke up at 8:00. She walked to her bathroom and washed her face with ice cold water. After that the first thing she did was call 3abdullah to ask him where he was.
"Ana fil majlas .." Typical answer.
She called her friends and told them to come over to study and finish watcing Gossip Girl. About an hour later, Sisa called her to tell her that her friends were waiting for her downstairs. She ran down, her feet smashing against the cold marble, her hand sliding against the railing of her stairs. She took her friends back up to her room, they all relaxed. One on her bed, the other on the floor. Others half asleep on her couch watching Gossip Girl. Amna still ticking away, trying to finish her essay. The maids barged in and woke half of them up for dinner. While swallowing her noodles, Amna choked while she remembered that 5aled had called her earlier. She interrupted the girls and had to tell them what happened.
She sensed the smirk on Noor's face.

"Nooro, ishfeech?"
"Wala shay, I knew this was going to happen .."
"What?"
"This whole 5aled thing!"
"Haha, forget it. From what I can see, we're just friends .. nothing more!" Amna remembered the last word he had said to her before he shut.

Girl Du`jour (Pt.3)

Amna ignored the call, and put her phone on silent. She tried to fall back into her deep sleep, but failed. Suddenly, flashbacks of her and 7amad were getting to her.

7amad, Amna's ex. Her first and last boyfriend. They were the perfect couple, they fitted like pieces of a puzzle. She adored him, and he adored her even more. 7amad would do anything for her, he would die for her. He thought it would go somewhere, but the most unfortunate happened. 7amad's parents arranged an engagement with one of his cousins after dating Amna for almost a year. She was devistated, and 7amad knew he had to put things off as soon as possible. He was forced into his engagement until he swore to his father he wouldn't talk to him again if he was to marry this girl. Of course, his parent's didn't know about him and Amna, and she had no clue he had put off the engagment, neither does she now.
7amad tried calling her a billion times after their break up, but Amna did the usual and ignored. After a couple of months 7amad went ot London to finish studying, and Amna had completely shut him out of her life and started fresh. No one knew they dated, and she wanted to keep it that way. Except her bestfriends, Al Dana and Noora.

Amna finally fell back to sleep and dreamt of the moments she had with 7amad. When he used to pick her up from school, and she used to pretend he was her brother. When they got into a fight, he sent large bouquets of roses to her driver to give them to her. When they used to sit on the beach for hours, just talking. The first thing he would do was kiss her forehead when he first saw her, and told her he never wanted to lose her. When Amna was cold, he would take off his oversized Kent jumper and make her wear it, and hug her so tight to warm her. Finally, when he promised he would be at her parent's doorstep asking for her hand.

She woke up to find a tear trickling down her cheek and landing on the palm of her soft hand. She hated remembering the oh so amazing memories of the days she was with 7amad. She promised herself once again she would never fall for any guy and have to go through all that misery of facing the truth.

After her shower, she did her make-up, slipped on her Rock&Republic skinny jeans, put on her ivory Burberry collared shirt, and wore her favourite brown leather Gucci boots with gold studs. Amna tied her hair into a messy bun, and braided the sides. Clipped on her favourite pair of clover Van cleef earrings. She was finally ready to go to her horse riding lesson.
Amna loved horse riding, every Saturday she would go have her private lesson. She messaged Al Dana and Noor telling them she was going to go Al Shaqab and later on she would meet up with them to have coffee.

2 hours passed, and Amna was already leaving Al Shaqab. She quickly put on her 3abaya, and threw her shela over her shoulder. She drove to Le Notre to find Noor's Escalade parked outside. She walked in turning her head from left to right trying to look for two girls that just didn't know how to blend in. She spotted Noor's bright, hot pink lipstick and Al Dana's light curley hair coming out from her shela. She couldn't help noticing the tremendous amount of guys staring at her either. Amna walked over to her table and sat down.

"Hey girls! Shlonkum?" She asked.
"We're great, inti shlonech? How was horse-riding?"
"It was fanatastic, today's lesson was the best."
"Can we have three slices of Strawberry cheesecake please?" Al Dana interrupted Amna.
"Anyways, you guys this weird number called me ems fil lail yemken 20 times, i recognize the number bs I don't know who it is. I think it might be -"

"AMOON?!?!" The girls turned around to hear the voice of the best guy on earth, 3li!

3li was Amna's bestfriend. They were bestfriends since Pre-K. He loved her like his own sister, she fonded him in the same way. She would talk about every problem of hers, and the best he would do was listen and comfort her. Amna cracked him up, and so did he. They were best friends for life and they both knew nothing can come between them.

"Omg! 3alooy? Mn zaman ma chifnak? Wainek, i5tifait mara wa7da?" Amna replied in suprise.
"Wallah, I went to London with my mum, 'cause she had a doctor's appointment. It was urgent. I'm sorry I didn't call or text or anything to tell you I was leaving."
"La 3ady, ishda3wa .." Amna noticed 3li's new aqquaintance standing beside him.
"Oh, god I forgot! This is 5aled, we've been friends for a while and I never got the chance to introduce you to him." He pushed 5aled towards her.
"5aled, this is Amna, the sweetest girl ever wallah!"
"Hey" .. "Hey" Amna repeated.

"Dayum, he's hot!" She could her Al Dana whispering to Noor.

"Anyways, bn5aleekum we have to go meet up with the other guys fil city, taboon shay?"
"Salamat galbek .." They replied.
3li and 5aled walked off. Amna watched them get into 3li's electric blue, H2 Hummer pickup. 5aled staring at her from outside the window until they drove off until she wasn't in sight.

"He's hot, he def. has a thing for you. Just date!" Noor shouted.
"Ishda5al! Awalan I just met him, thaniyan you girls know me I'm not looking for a boyfriend."

Amna's blackberry vibrated. She found a new message from the same number that called her last night.

"Halla Amoona, I hope you still have my number saved. I wouldn't be suprised if you don't, anyways this is 7amad. Can I call you tonight to have a serious conversation with you? Without you trying ot ignore me of course .." Amna read the message out loud.

"SHIT!" She thought ot herself, she really didn't want to have anything to do with him.
The girls remained silent.

"He better not be asking for you back .." Al Dana replied.

Girl Du`jour (Pt.2)

While heading back to Al Dana's, Amna stopped to pick up some papers from college. They parked, got out of the car and strolled to Amna's class. As they were walking, they noticed the rest of the girls walking towards them.

"Halla walla halla!" Noor shouted.
"Halla feech 7abeebti!" Amna replied.
"Sh3indich jaya el jam3a fil weekend?"
"Nsait awragy fil 9af, ou gilt 5alna inmir 3ala Subway na5ethlana '3ada .. Agool, ta3aly wyana Nooro!"
"5ala9 okay, inte roo7e i5hte awragich ou bintalaga fe Subway .."

Amna held the bottom of her 3abaya and quickly ran, trying not to ruin her Miumiu flats, to her class to get her folders. She walked back, too lazy to walk down the stairs. Pushed the down button for the elevator and waited silently for the aluminum doors to open. *Ding* the sound of the elevator doors, Amna walked in with her head down texting her mother telling her she wasn't coming home for lunch. Without even noticing she took her loose shela off, and fixed her hair into a messy bun knowing no one would see her.

"E7m .."

Amna turned around to realize there was someone in the elevator, standing behind her. Not just anyone, it was 7amad. Her heart stopped and fell right down to her stomach. She felt as though her brain stopped functioning, she didn't know what to do.

"Oh halla 7amad! Mashiftek w ana da5la :S"
"Hahai, a5eeran! I thought you were trying to ignore me .."
"Hehe, no wallah I didn't even notice. So, how are you?"
"I'm okay, could be better. And you? How's el dirasa? Any new boyfriend?"
"I'm good, so is school."
"Boyfriend?"
"7amad, you know me. Ana mb malat hal sowalef el bay5a, I grew up."

Amna hated having a boyfriend. She thought it was stupid and pointless, and that even if she did it wouldn't go anywhere. People denied this, they would talk .. alot! Amna would be the talk of the town, 'cause she was pretty. Weirdo's would tell other weirdo's that Amna was their girlfriend, and ofcourse the corruption of young adults will never come to an end in Do7a, they believe anything anyone says. That's what Amna despised the most. Girls hated her, bcause they envied her. Others obsessed over her, because they wanted to be like her. Boys would dream, because they wanted to be with her. She thought it was pathetic. Although, she didn't care, she knew herself better than anyone else knew her. She knew what she had done wrong in her life, and what she had done right. Amna learned to face reality and live with the ridiculous rumors said about her, and that was the only thing she loathed about Qatar.

"So, shimsawya?" 7amad continued.
"Wala shay, just came to pick up some papers, then I'm gonna' go have some lunch at Subway with the girls."
"Do you still have the same number as before?" He asked.
"Yup .."
"Aaah ok, salmy 3ala the girls!"
"Yo9al .."

They both rushed out the elevator and Amna powerwalked to Subway. Noticing that 7amad stopped and stared at her, watching with a regretful look in his eyes.
Noor and Al Dana noticed Amna in such a hurry ..

"Ishfeech mstana?" Al Dana giggled.
"Oh my god, I saw 7amad. I haven't talked to this guy in 6 months!"
"Well, you're lucky you look hot today .."
"Are you kidding me? I walked into the elevator without noticing he was there, g6ait el shela, EXPOSING MY SHITTY HAIR TO HIM!"
"Hahaha! Calm down, you look fine. Your face is something he can't resist, trust me!"

"Uff, what was he doing here?" Amna thought to herself.

After dropping Al Dana off, she raced home. Exhausted, kissed her mother on her forehead. Too tired to walk up the stairs, regardless, she forced herself up, found her father sitting in his office working.
She closed the door to her room, opened up her Macbook Pro and began working on her extended essay. By now, it was 9:00, Amna was still not finished working. Instead she fell asleep on her couch with Gossip Girl still playing on her widescreen t.v. So much for working ..
Her brother, 3bdullah, walked in to ask her is he could borrow her playstation, but found her half dead on her massive couch. He pulled the extra blanket off her bed, moved her laptop off her lap, saving her extended essay, and quietly covered her with the blanket.

Amna and her brother were always close. Since they were young she could tell him anything. Other than the fact he was much older and was getting married soon, they still cared for each other like bestfriends would. He treated her with respect, and that's what Amna respected most. He was her favourite sibling, not even her two sisters could have the same friendship with Amna as she did with 3abdullah. She had other brothers too, but 3bdullah was different. He kissed her hairline and silently closed the door to her room.
Unfortunatley, her blackberry vibrated just as she was to fall into a deep sleep. She checked to see who was calling and saw number that was so familiar ..

Girl Du`jour (Pilot, Pt.1)

Hey guys! This is my first blog entry, I apologize if you get bored in the middle of reading this. This entry is just an intro to the main character and I wanted you readers to just get a glimpse of her personality and her physical traits. I promise the actual "story" is coming soon, so keep reading!

Abk

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Waking up to finding a new text message on her phone. Amna slowly opens her eyelids and reaches over to the right side of her king-sized bed and grabs her blackberry between her fingers and opens the message sent by Al Dana.

"Wake up! Get ready, let's go for a drive .."

Amna hesitating to obey, pushes her white duvet covers with her feet off the bed. She texts Al Dana back with her eyes still unable to focus on the keypad.

"Okay 7ayati, I'll shower, change, eat breakfast. I'll meet you at your house ba3d half an hour, okay? See you!"
She pulls off her Abercrombie hoodie off her head, gets up from her bed and limps to get her robe to go take a shower. Half an hour later, Amna is already doing her make up as she waits for the steam from the warm water to dissapear. She drew her simple eyeliner perfectly on her eyelids, applied her bronzer. She opens the cap of her Chanel #14, turned the bottom half until the red, seductive lipstick rolled out and polished her bare lips. Finally, strokes her long, thick lashes with a bit of Dior Blackout, enhancing her almond shaped eyes.

Amna was certainly attractive. She had a perfectly, toned body, acceptable hight with long tanned legs. She had a heart-shaped face, with huge, round, flawless lips. Her 5aleeji nose touches the top of her lip with it's tip. Amna's large, hazel brown eyes was one of her best features. Defenitley her best, her long, light brown, thick hair had perfect waves. Amna was one of the best looking out of her friends, whenever they would go out she would be the center of attention. She hated it, disgusted by the way men looked at her she would always ignore. Not only was she beautiful, she was extremely intelligent. No one knows how she does it, struggling to keep up her Honour role she manages to look amazing, every day. Her friends and family loved her. She was kind and generous, quiet and loving. She always needed to make her friends happy by cracking them up. She had a hilarious side to her, always made jokes and imitated people perfectly. She could stay quiet for half the day then FAJ2A make a joke and next thing you know it, the whole "shila" would be on the floor! I guess you could say she was perfect, but her dirty laundry hasn't been exposed yet ..

Taking a quick glance at her Rolex watch, Amna quickly put on her 3abaya, let her hair down and rushed down the flight of stairs leading to her grand, Victorian living room and pushed the glass door to her marbled kitchen open. She briskly grabbed a Go Ahead bar and dug through her car keys finding a wide choice of cars she could go meet up her friend in. She decided to take the keys of her black, tinted Range Rover and barged out the door. She silently settled in the bright, red leather seats that coincendentley happened to match her lipstick. She switched on the engine and accelerated hoping to reach Al Dana's by 11:00.

She stopped at the traffic light just before Al Dana's house. She rolled down her fully tinted window, throwing her shela over her head, adjusting her black wayfarers.

"7alatain!"

Amna trying her best not to look to her left to find some perverted idiot trying to flirt. She rolled up the windows, still able to hear him.

"Afa! Laish?" He questioned.

Rolling her eyes from under her Ray Ban's she buzzed off hoping that ass wouldn't follow her. Typical, he did. Trying her hardest to lose him, she finally did. Amna arrived safely at Al Dana's, she quickly gave her dearest friend a kiss on the cheek, leaving a lipstick mark. They drove off to Starbucks to pick up their Caramel Frap's, and went on a long ride around Do7a until it was time to head back for lunch.